Chapter 1722 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (Part 4)
"W-what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Spider-Man, who retracted his arm due to tearing off the spider silk, looked at the little figure standing in front of him. He was a young boy with short black hair and blue eyes that still looked bright in the dark night. But now his face was as pale as a piece of paper, even his lips had no color, his eyes were completely out of focus, and his pupils were a little dilated.
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you? Can you hear me? You...wait, you look like Bruce Wayne, God, you can't be his..."
Spider-Man got a little closer and finally saw the other person's face clearly, but just when he was about to further speculate on the other person's life experience, the boy opposite shook his head vigorously, shook his head dizzily, and fell down weakly. Go down.
Spider-Man rushed forward and hugged him. He looked back at the Gotham City skyline. The most conspicuous building called Wayne Tower had already turned off all the lights. After staying here for so long, Spider-Man also knew very well that the ambulance would not come at this point.
He touched the side of the boy's neck with his hand to confirm that there was no abnormality in his pulse. He opened his eyelids and looked at his eyes. The eye movement and pupil status were still normal, followed by the respiratory rate and heart rate, which felt slightly abnormal. Weak, so Spider-Man concluded that he might be suffering from paroxysmal syncope caused by overexertion.
Spider-Man picked up the boy. He hesitated obviously as soon as he lifted his legs, then turned and walked in the other direction.
Spider-Man takes Bruce to the Batcave.
Batman is not in the Batcave at the moment, but he gave Spider-Man permission to enter and exit the Batcave. This is not a surprising move. Most of his Robins can enter and exit the Batcave normally, but they are unable to use most of them. It's just dangerous equipment.
When little Bruce woke up, he found himself lying on the experimental table. He instinctively wanted to sit up, his muscles tensed and his expression tense, but soon the strange man with spider compound eyes on the hood came over and said.
"Don't be nervous. I'm not a mad scientist. You fainted. I took you to a safe place. I originally wanted to take you back to my temporary base, but there was no complete medical examination equipment there. Obviously your There's something wrong with the body."
Little Bruce lay back on the table weakly, and said in a dry voice: "It's not my body that's wrong, it's my brain."
"Generally speaking, it is related." Spider-Man sighed softly. When he performed certain medical treatment measures, he was more gentle than usual. He said like a patient doctor: "Physical examination The results show that you are too tired, which causes your brain wave curve to fluctuate significantly."
"I am very tired, but it has nothing to do with that..."
"Listen, kid, I don't want to educate you like your parents, but I really have to tell you that nothing at your age is worth being so tired, whether it's studying and living, or exploring unknown areas and growing physically. It won't do you any good to go against the laws of brain development."
Little Bruce opened his mouth, and his lips moved slightly, obviously without making any sound, but at that moment, Spider-Man's spider sense started to alarm frantically.
Spider-Man arched his back and waist muscles and exerted force, almost jumping back several meters on the spot, but nothing happened. This made him turn his head left and right suspiciously, as if trying to find the crisis lurking in the air.
Little Bruce reluctantly stretched out a finger and pointed at his head and said: "The knowledge of the gods... here... is very dangerous... I need... but it must be controlled..."
What he said was so vague that Spider-Man could hardly understand it. He attributed Bruce's current confused and confused state to his mental problems due to fatigue. After another brain scan, Spider-Man Said: "I'm afraid you're going to need some rest."
"I don't mean to offend, but..." Spider-Man drawled, looked at little Bruce with a little worry and said, "Before that, can I ask you, is your situation related to your parents?"
Little Bruce nodded in confusion with half-squinted eyes. Of course, he was consciously aware that his parents were dead all the time, but the purpose of his pursuit of forbidden knowledge was to know what the world after death was like, so he It cannot be said that getting to this point has nothing to do with his parents.
But Spider-Man would be wrong, he thought, what could make a child so tired? Of course it's the oppression of his parents. If the boy in front of him who looks very much like Bruce Wayne is really related to him and comes from an extremely wealthy family, then his parents are likely to take him because of his status as heir. And he was so tired at an age when he shouldn't be under so much pressure.
This speculation is quite normal and reasonable. Spider-Man thought that if his original family was like hell to him, then he couldn't just send people back so irresponsibly. The behavior of this child's parents has already It goes far beyond education and involves abuse, so no matter what his relationship with Bruce Wayne is, Spider-Man believes that the two of them cannot meet for the time being.
So, he sighed and said: "You should know how bad your situation is. The owner of this base will not come back in a short time. You can rest assured to live here until you recover."
"I will find time to talk to Bruce Wayne. Although I don't know if this will work, I think he should be condemned for the wrong way of education. You should rest first."
After that, Spider-Man left the room, leaving little Bruce lying on the experimental table with his head full of horrible whispers. Little Bruce knew how unorthodox the things he had done before were. In other religions, he would be burned at the stake ten times.
But he was still unwilling to give up the glimpse of the taboo knowledge in his vision of the outer gods. There were too many things he wanted to know, such as survival, death, where people came from and where they went...
Little Bruce was relatively young, so some aspects of his personality did not ferment into more paranoid things because of years of loneliness, but the Bruce Wayne in each universe was actually the same. They all had seeds of paranoia in their hearts. Once they determined something, they would never give up easily. The more difficult it was, the more fierce they would be.
There are almost no Batmans in the multiverse who believe in religion, even in childhood. Now little Bruce looks like he is bewitched by God, but in fact he is on a completely different path from believers.
He does not want to sacrifice in exchange for knowledge or complete tasks to get answers. He is relying on his own strength to understand the taboo knowledge he has seen, and he wants to use human wisdom to forcibly analyze it without paying any price. To be precise, he is plundering God.
What I see is what I can understand and what I can understand will be used for me. This is arrogant and almost crazy, but which universe's Batman is not crazy? It's just that the direction of madness is different.
Little Bruce slept in a daze, but the things in his dream were even more terrifying. The whispers that only made him unable to concentrate when he was awake became real weirdness and horror in his dream.
Suddenly, little Bruce was awakened. The dizziness of falling from the huge black hole had not completely dissipated, and he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him blankly.
When Bruce focused his sight, he found that the man who almost fell on the experimental table had a messy green hair, a pale face, narrow and slender, a bloody mouth covered with exaggerated red lipstick, and a pair of eyes that looked like they hadn't slept for a year, with deep eye bags and bloodshot eyes.
This uninvited guest who suddenly appeared looked even more confused than Bruce. After staring at Bruce for a while, he suddenly let out a series of sharp laughs.
It was too harsh, and only such an idea could emerge in Bruce's chaotic thoughts, but then the horrible whisper gradually weakened, and even for a moment, Bruce felt that his brain had resumed normal operation.
So, he tried to raise his upper body, stared at the weirdo tightly, and said like an order: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up!"
"You are not him... You are not Batman." The weirdo suddenly changed his face, the smile on his face was restrained, and his expression became mysterious and weird, obviously thinking.
He stared at little Bruce for a while, then said, "No, you are him, you are Bruce Wayne, you are Batman, but you are not either, you are off track, what has changed you?"
Suddenly, in little Bruce's vision, the green-haired weirdo showed a ferocious expression, his hands like ghost claws pinched little Bruce's neck, and then began to get stronger and stronger.
"Let me see what changed you!"
The angry roar echoed in little Bruce's ears, but the suffocating dizziness made him completely unable to resist. As his consciousness became weaker and weaker, the whispers gradually became stronger. Little Bruce saw countless doors opening to him in his hallucinations, and his soul was about to enter them.
He should enter it. If that is the place where people are about to return after death, then his parents must be waiting for him behind the door. This is the ending he deserves.
But suddenly, he felt the coolness of sweat, and when he woke up again, he found himself being carried on someone's shoulders, and a strand of green hair floated in front of him in a trance.
The strange man holding him was not strong, but he seemed to have great strength. He was walking down the stairs step by step, heading towards the darker underground, humming a strange ballad.
He found that little Bruce had woken up, so he spoke in a completely different tone from the previous madness, like a philosopher.
"I never thought that there would be a bat that could forge a cocoon for itself. You are completing your transformation, and I will be honored to witness it all."
"If you can grow wings alive, I will see the disqualified monster I have always dreamed of. If you die in the cocoon, I will nail you to Batman's door and let him and I admire this exquisite specimen together."
"I won't... become a monster..."
"Then let me see how deep the morality you can stick to is... At least I am happy that a poor wretch in a certain universe will never have the chance to change you with madness, because you chase madness yourself and let it change you."
The bumps stopped, and little Bruce found himself thrown to the ground. A figure turned and walked out of the railing. The green-haired weirdo grabbed the railing with both hands, stared at little Bruce with an eager look and said, "You stay here and complete your transformation safely. I will feed you with rich sacrifices and nutrients. In any case, you will be a perfect reunion gift for Batman."
After saying that, he wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly heard a faint call from behind. When he turned around again, Bruce's blue eyes stared at him intently and said.
"No sacrifices and nutrients... Give me more, more... knowledge..."